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I’ve had the chance to fall in love with this album a month prior to its release. Like many fans the first listen paralyses you with a “what happen to Malajube?” no poppy smiling songs that makes you want to hug teddy bears or feelings of unicorn lovable theme rhythms with your own portable rainbow and moonshine liquor.

From the start, a dark sonic frenzy sink his teeth with Ursuline a ravaging song about Quebec’s catholic soul control… you can feel the cold wind hitting your skin and opening every inch of your snow memory wonderland becoming a beautiful winter song to drive into the summer.